Repentance: Tax Style
After hearing a sermon on Psalm 52:3-4 (lies and deceit), a man wrote the IRS, “I can’t sleep knowing that I have cheated on my income tax. Enclosed is a check for $150. If I still can’t sleep, I’ll send the rest.”
Renters’ Excuses
These tenants gave landlords creative reasons for avoiding paying their rent.
“With my daughter’s graduation, our new boat, and our trip to Europe this year, we’re a little strapped.”
“I’m getting real tired of paying this rent every month! You’ll have to wait a few more days.”
“We’re a little short right now. But don’t worry—we’re getting a refund on my wife’s tattoo. The artist messed it up, and we’re getting back most of the bucks!”
“I didn’t pay the rent because I’m saving up to move.”
“It’s your fault the check bounced. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to run to the bank the very same day!”
A Charity Case
A local charity had never received a donation from the town’s banker, so the director made a phone call.
“Our records show you make $500,000 a year, yet you haven’t given a penny to charity,” the director began. “Wouldn’t you like to help the community?”
The banker replied, “Did your research show that my mother is ill, with extremely expensive medical bills?”
“Um, no,” mumbled the director.
“Or that my brother is blind and unemployed? Or that my sister’s husband died, leaving her broke with four kids?”
“I … I … I had no idea.”
“So,” said the banker, “if I don’t give them any money, why would I give any to you?”
There ARE Dumb Questions
Just before the final exam in my college finance class, a less-than-stellar student approached me.
“Can you tell me what grade I would need to get on the exam to pass the course?” he asked.
I gave him the bad news. “The exam is worth 100 points. You would need 113 points to earn a D.”
“OK,” he said. “And how many points would I need to get a C?”
Reality Art
While visiting a modern art museum, a lady turned to an attendant standing nearby and said, “This, I suppose, is one of those hideous representations you call modern art?”
“No madam,” replied the attendant. “That one is called a mirror.”